Friday, 13 January 2012


Maybe it’s just the New Year, or maybe it’s just the fact of getting older (not to mention the gloom of having returned to the madhouse of London after a week in sleepy old Ireland) but I have to confess to feeling almost completely demotivated these days. The struggle to get out of bed in the morning has never been greater, and summoning the energy to engage with the million and one small things that constitute the quotidian slog has become almost an impossibility. I am genuinely struggling to comprehend how the majority appear to be able to storm energetically around all day, furiously and unquestioningly engaged in their own lives. Either they’re missing something or I am. What it really proves to me is how much of a deluded egotist you have to be to do anything, as well as filling me with fear and anxiety at the thought of being placed at the mercy of such brutes.

I’d also like to add that I’ve been reading parts of Francis Fukuyama’s The End of History and The Last Man. Although Fukuyama has been savaged to the point of caricature for allegedly claiming history was coming to an end due to the convergence of almost all nation states on liberal democracy the last few chapters of the book on the emptiness of soul that can potentially afflict those living in such societies are well worth reading. The mindlessness of consumerism, the general empty-headedness, the proliferation of multiple means of distraction all designed to draw attention away from the vacuity of Homo Consumeris is excellently drawn out and I heartily commend it.

In the mean time, I continue to drag my ass through the days.....